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NataliaThe rest of the interview was nailing down my timeline. They want to know what I have been doing every moment since I arrived here. Well, minus things that were none of their damn business. Really, I've been with Daniel practically every moment except that first night. I tried to remember what day Campo was released and disappeared. I hope Daniel kept those old newspapers instead of throwing them away. I'll ask him when these two leave.They finally stand, satisfied, I guess, for the moment. This would have been so much worse if I hadn't agreed to be Daniel's slave that first day. I wonder what my alibi would have been then? Would I even have one? Lonely nights for sure. Maybe I would have found work like I had originally planned. Right now I'm literally just a kept woman. Daniel made it clear that he wanted to take care of me. I haven't even thought about the plans I had when arriving here. I've just been living day to day with anticipation of what he will plan for us next. No
DanielWe arrived at Quinn's apartment building and my eyes scoured the outside of the building for cameras. I feel relief when I see two, one on each corner overlooking the parking lot. As we approached the entrance, I spotted one more, angled down toward the walkway. Her building wasn't so fancy as to have an actual lobby. It was more an alcove that led to a staircase. The alcove held some mailboxes and not much else. There were no other doors. One way in and one way out. Now to find out who has access and how far back the coverage goes. Hopefully, in our digital age, it's backed up to the cloud or something.We went up one floor using the stairs and reached Quinn's door. Natalia lets us in with the key she got from her sister. The cat greets us and starts meowing, winding her way through Natalia's legs. Hungry? Lonely? I don't know. Cats are not my favorite animals. I'm more a dog person, but I can't have one where I live. Maybe one day. Does Natalia like dogs? I imagine a home with
NataliaMy mom called and invited herself to dinner. Why do parents always do that sort of thing? Daniel arranged for her to come in through the back entrance, thank God. She didn't need to see all the craziness that went on in the lobby or wade through the long line out front. I didn't get the feeling that she was judging me too harshly. Whew. Having a boyfriend at all and then moving in with him within days of my arrival had to be a shock. But I know that curiosity must be killing her, so I figured, why not have her over and get it out of the way.Daniel and I made chicken and dumplings, one of my favorite comfort meals. I made it the way Mom would have, so hopefully she finds no fault with it. Daniel helped me cook the chicken to make the stock and we chopped vegetables for the stew. I had a bowl of dumpling mix ready to drop in once Mom got here. If we put them in too soon, they will get soggy. Nothing worse than a soggy dumpling. I also made a pitcher of sweet iced tea, Mom's favo
DanielNatalia was asleep. We watched one of my favorite conspiracy shows. The one at the ranch in Utah and the investigation into strange happenings there. Those guys threw every scientific piece of equipment they could manage to get their hands on in order to figure out the mystery. Anyway, I thought I had gotten Natalia hooked on it too, but next thing I knew, her eyes were closed and her breathing had evened out.I worked on extricating myself from her so I could stand. She'd been killing me all night. The sight of her in her PJ's was enough for my dick to wake up. The soft fabric hugged her curves. She had no bra on and the sight of her tits sitting underneath that fabric was like....I adjusted myself as I stared down at her. She has let me take the lead in our sex life so far. Maybe she didn't want to wake the beast until it was time to take her virginity or maybe she lacked the confidence to turn things sexual. It could also be the whole Master/Slave thing, which I guess is most
NataliaI woke up early and started cleaning. I always do that when I've got things on my mind. I wanted to call Mom to see how her interview went but she hasn't even gone yet, so that's stupid. I just can't stop thinking about it. I'm worried that we are suspects. Logically, it makes sense, but at the same time, no right? I'm not a killer. It never crossed my mind. I guess I figured that a guy who likes to hurt women has enemies. Michael Campo is probably not a good guy...so yeah, being a suspect is freaking me out.I'll be eliminated soon enough. They will have the CCTV from the apartment and know I stayed there all that night. But my mind won't shut down, so, cleaning. Scrubbing the bathroom, washing clothes, changing the sheets in the guest room that Lenore used. I'm glad it was so easy to get rid of her but she has ties to the club. I have a strange feeling I'll be seeing her again. Trying not to worry about that....Then it turns to...How many women did Daniel fuck before I met h
NataliaI went to work with Daniel today. He gave me a little busy work while he had a team meeting with some of his security. Apparently, Brandt has got a stalker and things are a little tense around here. I talked to my mom earlier. She said they asked her the same types of questions they had asked me. She had no alibi for the days in question. She and her boyfriend broke up but she never told me. I never liked the guy she was with. He was pretty rough around the edges. He barely worked and drank a lot. Not the kind of guy I thought she would ever go for. I guess he roughed her up a little a couple of months ago and she showed him the door.I had noticed that Daniel had any vices like that. No smoking, no drinking. Just a sex club addiction maybe? It made me realize I didn't know that much about him. He didn't seem to have any hobbies, like hunting or bowling or fishing. He did go to the gym downstairs a lot. Gotta keep that hot body toned.Now that I can ask more questions, I guess
Natalia"You're wearing the lingerie I said was for my eyes only. I'll give you a view of the club tonight, but from the window."Oh."We've got some time to kill before the club gets busy. Let's go make dinner." He said as he led me out of the bedroom that I'd started to think of as ours.He left me when we got things started in the kitchen and went into the room with the window. I wondered what kinds of things he was going to do in there to get ready? I have had very little experience with toys so far or those other weird contraptions, like the ones downstairs. I was getting nervous not knowing, but I was excited too. I didn't know if I could even eat the food I had just cooked.Daniel finally came out of the room as I was finishing dinner. I found a lid for the pan and turned off the heat."You were right. Lenore is down there already. I've got some things set up. Are you ready or do you want to eat first?""I can't eat right now. My belly is full of nerves." He just nodded as if he
NataliaThe first strike didn't seem so bad, though it was startling. I jerked and my nipple clamps pulled when I snapped my neck back inadvertently. Fuck, can I take this? The next one came down on the other cheek. I think I screamed but it wasn't much of a sound. I wanted to close my eyes but didn't want to appear weak in front of the crowd and Honey. I didn't look at her again, or Lenore. I just fixed my eyes at a point above everyone's heads and took each strike of the crop."Oh baby, your ass is such a beautiful shade of red." He said to me when he stopped midway through. He rubbed my cheeks and they were on fire. I whined, but then he started again. "Ten more," he reminded me.He smacked the plug a couple of times and I felt it jerk inside me. The last three were the worst. He slapped my pussy lips hard. I began to cry. Master, took out his phone again and I heard him taking more pictures. He walked around and took a picture of my face, tears streaking down."Perfect," he crooned
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag